Canto II: The Unloving/Story Episodes
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Trespassers took the Golden Bough.
Sighing, the guide offered another chance.
Determined to succeed this time,
we marched into a world
of pleasure and ice.
Under the chill air,
Vergilius introduces us to our upcoming destination.
Where could the next Golden Bough be?
Faust explains what to do for this mission:
As our first step, we should pay a visit to a certain "pawnshop".
Our team will join hands with a duo from the Clearance Department.
The Sinners cast a skeptical glance at their competence and comportment…
The plan that seemed so perfect took little time to go awry.
Don Quixote’s outburst runs us afoul with the Tingtang Gang…
The Sinners continue to fight off the Tingtang Gang’s goons.
They just keep on appearing, suggesting that we’re in their territory.
We learned from a Tingtanger that their boss is at the scrapyard housing car pagodas.
For our Plan B, we must take wishpower from the gang and borrow their clothes.
The team searches around the car pagodas looking for the Tingtang Gang’s boss.
After a series of scuffles, we relieved the Tingtang gang
of their outfits and made our way into the casino.
This time, we’ll succeed for sure.
Our newfound determination is swept away
in a torrent of glitter, along with our backup plan.
There are plenty of obstacles to overcome―
particularly the security guards who just noticed us.
We reached the second floor of the casino.
It makes me dizzy imagining what troubles await.
The enthusiasm is in stark contrast to the atmosphere just a floor below.
One can find a series of unknown musical instruments on every table.
What are they for?
Thanks to Sinclair’s astonishing performance,
we could reach the third floor.
Our joy was short-lived as an imposing Syndicate was waiting for us there.
The Sinners were growing weary from the prolonged encounter
with the Tieqiu Crew. One of them in particular…
Ryōshū’s unexpected lesson in incredible violence opened a way
to the top floor at the cost of our inner peace.
Now we must win the Golden Bough in a game of chance.
Rodya nominated herself to play the game.
The table was reaching its final round.
Curious to know what was happening, we eavesdropped on the table.
We barge in by accident to find a spatter of blood,
the compressed remains of the Tieqiu Boss,
and a man named Sonya giving us a soft smile.
Rodya emerged victorious.
Now we must descend to the underground floors
to lay our claim on the Golden Bough.
Sighing, the guide offered another chance.
Determined to succeed this time,
we marched into a world
of pleasure and ice.
2-1: Casino
Vergilius introduces us to our upcoming destination.
Where could the next Golden Bough be?
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GREGOR |
…… |
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Vergilius |
…… |
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ISHMAEL |
Couldn’t you tell me where our next destination is now, at least? |
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Vergilius |
Oh, sorry about that. |
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Vergilius |
I was wondering whether briefing the mission to you miscreants would be worth the effort. |
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RODION |
Pah, you’re hurting me with your cold shoulder. Don’t you know that kids falling behind need more love? |
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Vergilius |
And let me plead you not to embarrass me this time. |
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Vergilius |
I sure don’t want to look like a teacher taking a bunch of gradeschoolers out for a picnic. |
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Vergilius |
I have high hopes for you in particular, Rodion. You might just make a good guide for this tour. |
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RODION |
Huh? I know I’m a big deal, but I don’t think I can be a guide for a place I don’t know… |
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Vergilius |
No worries. We’re heading to a location you should be more than familiar with. |
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Vergilius |
A Nest of hedonism where you can drown in money or be drained of everything you have: |
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Vergilius |
J Corp’s. |
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RODION |
…… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Well, I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad to win big while we’re at it. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Oi, someone wake me up when we’re there. |
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Vergilius |
…Coincidentally, the bus will be unable to take you right to the branch building this time, dear passenger. |
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Vergilius |
Charon, park it. |
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Charon |
…… |
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Vergilius |
…? Charon? |
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Charon |
What’s “park”? |
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Vergilius |
It means stop. |
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Charon |
Stops are red. Red tastes bad to Charon. |
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Vergilius |
Good to see you all full of energy. Now out. |
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HONG LU |
Hmm… The destination still seemed rather far… Ah! Will you call a taxi for us? |
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Vergilius |
…As Ms. Faust will explain in detail, this mission is going to be quite different from our last, Dante. |
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Vergilius |
This is because the location of the Golden Bough… |
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Vergilius |
…is in the underground of a casino. |
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OUTIS |
Do you mean to tell us that it’s among the brightly lit buildings standing at the center of that street? |
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Vergilius |
That’s right, it’s one of those. |
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ISHMAEL |
The Lobotomy Branch Facility we infiltrated last time was one that had been neglected for quite a while. |
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SINCLAIR |
So you mean that… that was the exception? |
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Vergilius |
See, it’s times like this that remind me our team doesn’t necessarily lack critical thinkers… It really does make me wonder how you managed to blunder your previous mission even more. |
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ISHMAEL |
…… |
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Vergilius |
The Golden Bough is a potent energy source, holding the essence of many technological marvels. |
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Vergilius |
Such founts of energy will attract flows of wealth and people, and in no time, a whole civilization is built on top of it. |
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FAUST |
Therefore, it’s likely that future destinations will have been occupied by other factions and their structures. |
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FAUST |
…Which, in turn, indicates that we should be prepared to visit a wide variety of venues in addition to this casino. |
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Vergilius |
It also means that your first mission was a relatively easy one, yet you somehow snatched defeat from the wide-open maws of success. |
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DANTE |
<…Does he usually hold grudges that long?> |
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GREGOR |
…Ahem. |
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RODION |
Don’t ask me~ We haven’t known him much longer than you have. |
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RODION |
What’d he say again? Something like, “Welcome to Limbus Company. I’m your guide, Vergilius” and all that… |
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RODION |
Hah! Pretty good impression, wasn’t it? |
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GREGOR |
You got his authoritative tone down to a tee, I’ll give you that. I had to hold myself back from asking if I could resign right after joining. |
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DANTE |
<I get the feeling the rest of you thought the same.> |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Nonsense! ‘Twas a day to go down in history! Beckoned by the Red Gaze himself! Truly, there is no honor greater than a Color addressing your― |
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GREGOR |
Huh, I guess he does have a fan after all. |
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RODION |
Ufuhu, true that. |
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Vergilius |
That’s more talking than necessary. I really do not wish for there to be impetus behind a third rule for this bus ride. |
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RODION |
C’mon, give the employees some room to badmouth their boss. You’re being totally petty. |
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Vergilius |
Next time, do it out of earshot. |
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Vergilius |
I’m more fragile than I look, you see. |
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Vergilius |
Right, time to get up and at it. I sure hope you come back with a Golden Bough in your hands this time. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
And if we bugger it twice? |
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Vergilius |
Who knows? Charon might suddenly forget what button to press to open the door for you. |
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Charon |
Button, red. Yucky color. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…You’re one daft bloke… |
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RYŌSHŪ |
UITGAAN. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
And that means? |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Shorthand for “Useless idiotic travelers go and abscond, now”. |
2-2: The Pawnshop
As our first step, we should pay a visit to a certain "pawnshop".
Pre-Battle
Speaker | Dialogue | |
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FAUST |
Allow me to give a rundown of the plan. |
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FAUST |
Our primary objective is to infiltrate the casino unsuspected; it will be critical for the successful recovery of the Golden Bough. |
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FAUST |
According to the information we’ve acquired, the casino has three entrances. |
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FAUST |
One for ordinary visitors, one reserved for VIPs, and lastly, the backdoor used by employees. |
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FAUST |
We’ll split into three groups of four Sinners to cover each entrance… Four of us will disguise as croupiers, four will pose as guests, and four will play the role of VIPs. |
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OUTIS |
Working in smaller groups will certainly draw less attention. |
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YI SANG |
It is wiser to divide rather than unite. |
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FAUST |
Open the envelopes I gave out to confirm the role you’ve been assigned. |
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FAUST |
Also, the higher-ups expressed concern over our performance. |
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FAUST |
They stress that the company’s future plans hinge on whether we can retrieve the Golden Bough through this operation. |
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FAUST |
Therefore, we will collaborate on a joint operation. |
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DANTE |
<Joint operation?> |
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FAUST |
Our partner is a special forces unit consisting of professionals and veterans… |
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FAUST |
I believe they are now monikered the ‘LCC’, short for the Limbus Company Clearance Department. Rest assured that they are our betters, at least in espionage operations. |
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ISHMAEL |
I thought twelve people was already a crowd. |
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GREGOR |
Guess someone finally realized that more isn’t always merrier. |
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HONG LU |
Wowzer! I haven’t met staff from other teams before. Just where could they be? |
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FAUST |
We’ll be heading to the pawnshop. |
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GREGOR |
Is pawning still a thing these days? |
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FAUST |
We’re in the so-called pawnbroker’s avenue. Most businesses double as pawnshops here. |
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FAUST |
That place is our rendezvous. Let’s head inside. |
Post-Battle
2-3: A Flawless Plan
The Sinners cast a skeptical glance at their competence and comportment…
2-4: Scum
Don Quixote’s outburst runs us afoul with the Tingtang Gang…
Pre-Battle
Speaker | Dialogue | |
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Chest-puffing Tingtanger |
Ey you pricks!! Stop right where you’re standin’! |
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Chest-puffing Tingtanger |
Ya think you can get away with messing with our family, tiny fave? |
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ISHMAEL |
What’s with brutish Syndicates and their pretend families? Is that the only thing they can think of to bond with each other? |
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Chest-puffing Tingtanger |
Look at the bump you made on our precious young’un’s head! |
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ISHMAEL |
…… |
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Effie |
Good gracious… This was not part of the plan… |
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OUTIS |
You two, you thought we were worthless scum until now, didn’t you? |
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OUTIS |
I know you’ve been seeing our group as sewage full of waste! |
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GREGOR |
I don’t think anyone spoke of us that harshly, Outis… |
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OUTIS |
Have you not wondered why we have been charged with the momentous mission of claiming Golden Boughs despite that? |
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Effie |
Wh, why is… that? |
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OUTIS |
Although I won’t disagree that the others are rubbishes drenched in foul water… |
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GREGOR |
No, seriously, you’re the only one who says that… |
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SINCLAIR |
O-Oh, that’s what Ms. Outis had been thinking all this time… |
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OUTIS |
I have remained undefeated, and our manager is capable of resuscitating us, making us practically incapable of death. |
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OUTIS |
In fact, just the two of us should be sufficient. Though that weasel Vergilius seems to disagree… |
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OUTIS |
The point is, these detrites won’t be scrapped even after countless battles. They will come back as the exact same piles of trash they were before death. |
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GREGOR |
…Sigh. |
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ISHMAEL |
That was a very inspiring way of reaffirming that we’re living, breathing garbage to you. |
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Effie |
…Morons. |
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OUTIS |
Enemies are approaching. Are you prepared, Manager? |
2-5: Soldiers of Limbu―
They just keep on appearing, suggesting that we’re in their territory.
Pre-Battle
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RYŌSHŪ |
They made for pathetic foes. That was absolutely nothing. |
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Effie |
The Tingtang Gang had tight control over this area. This is not going to be the end of― |
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Chest-puffing Tingtanger |
Who sent ya haricots to mess with us?! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
We are the proud soldiers of Limbu― Hmgh… |
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Effie |
Have you lost it? Do you want the entire District after us? |
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OUTIS |
More are coming! Give us your command, Manager! |
Post-Battle
Speaker | Dialogue | |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Dammit, they just won’t stop coming! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
We’ll all wear our lives out before we can even take a step inside the casino. |
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HONG LU |
Don’t fret, Heathcliff. As long as the manager is with us, we won’t die from fatigue or other things— |
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HEATHCLIFF |
That’s NOT the point at ALL! #@$@#$!!! |
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MEURSAULT |
The solution is simple: Any organization can be brought down by deposing its leader; with the head gone, the meat supporting it will break apart. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
You. You’re the only one speaking my tongue here. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
I’m proper miffed, so let’s go break some bones, head, whatever. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Hence, onward we travail! |
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Effie |
Wait! Come back here! |
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Effie |
…This is the crowd you’re supposed to accompany, Faust? |
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FAUST |
Life is full of mysteries. |
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YI SANG |
That, perhaps, is what makes it an ideal reflection, no? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Tell me where your gaffer is! I wanna see ‘im, now! |
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Chest-puffing Tingtanger |
The sea heart… is gonna be at the car pagoda… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
The what? Where the hell is that?! Make sense! |
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Effie |
It’s probably the scrapyard nearby. |
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Effie |
Really though, are you actually planning to take down the gang’s boss? |
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Effie |
That won’t be reflected in your employee performance review or anything, you know? |
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ISHMAEL |
He’s not sharp enough to calculate such things into his actions. |
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OUTIS |
He’s waste, bearing little relation to schemes or plots. On the other hand, he flirts closely with nonsense. |
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Saude |
No… I do think that makes sense. |
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Saude |
Nothing to worry about, Effie. We always keep a Plan B, don’t we? |
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Saude |
If disguising as your given roles is out of the question… |
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Saude |
You can all get up as members of the Tingtang Gang instead. |
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Saude |
That way, you won’t arouse much suspicion moving in a large group, and you’ll be able to reach the top floor without much trouble. |
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Saude |
And we could siphon some wishpower from the Tingtang Gang while we’re at it. |
2-6: Towering Cars
For our Plan B, we must take wishpower from the gang and borrow their clothes.
Post-Battle
2-7: Wish Canister
Pre-Battle
Speaker | Dialogue | |
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Tingtang Boss |
Hm? What’s up? |
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Bean-hating Tingtanger |
Boss! Some fasole who haven’t even told where they’re from rolled into town all of a sudden! |
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Tingtang Boss |
Who sent ya? The way you’re dressed tells me it ain’t Los Habaneros or the Butchers… |
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Tingtang Boss |
I’ll give you a chance to grovel fer forgiveness. Do that and I’ll let ya leave with your limbs in tow. |
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YI SANG |
…We should gladly part if you were to take off your clothing for us. |
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GREGOR |
That makes it sound kinda weird. |
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Bean-hating Tingtanger |
Boss… I think they might be the… odd pods people have been talking about… y’know, rumored to fadangle with people’s odors. |
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Tingtang Boss |
Greh… Disgusting bunch… Lemme tell ya, that’s no way to live… |
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DANTE |
<…I have not wanted to win a fight as desperately as I do now.> |
Post-Battle
2-8: Slot Machines
of their outfits and made our way into the casino.
This time, we’ll succeed for sure.
Pre-Battle
2-9: A Performance
in a torrent of glitter, along with our backup plan.
There are plenty of obstacles to overcome―
particularly the security guards who just noticed us.
Pre-Battle
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RYŌSHŪ |
I can’t stand watching this charade. |
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RYŌSHŪ |
How much time are you going to waste fighting those small fries? |
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ISHMAEL |
It’s often the case that grumbling people don’t have a clear solution to contribute. |
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RYŌSHŪ |
…This is art. |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Poetaster, gimme the knife. |
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YI SANG |
You may forever take it from my hands. |
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YI SANG |
The blade will be better off parting ways to wander about the air for however long. |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Thank. |
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YI SANG |
Thus, in a haze, it succumbs. |
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Rigid Security |
Huh? |
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Security Chief |
W-Watch out! |
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DANTE |
<So, uh, what was that for? Ryōshū?> |
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RYŌSHŪ |
…A performance. |
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GREGOR |
You just made that up, didn’t you? |
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SINCLAIR |
Still, I’m glad none of us were hurt! |
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ISHMAEL |
…We’ll have to see about that. |
Post-Battle
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Saude |
Just to make sure… |
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Saude |
You all know that our goal is to win the game being held on the top floor, not reduce the ground floor of the casino to rubble, right? |
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Saude |
Not only must we reach the top, we also have to win the game as our objective states… |
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Saude |
Thus, we need the wishpower to make it happen. |
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Saude |
I won’t bother reviewing in detail how the wishpower we had managed to collect went down the drain for preposterous reasons. It’ll only hurt our morale. |
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OUTIS |
Where can we secure the most wishpower in this place? |
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Saude |
That roulette next to the entrance. People who visit the casino try their daily luck using that roulette, and take or yield wishpower depending on the outcome. |
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OUTIS |
Is that so? Then I’ll seek out an opportunity to snatch the container attached to it. |
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DANTE |
<Think you can pull that off?> |
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OUTIS |
I have carried out countless operations much greater in scale. |
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OUTIS |
Your preposterous blunder amounts to nothing in the grander scheme of things, Manager. |
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OUTIS |
It has to have been the fault of the drudging dredges who obfuscated your ability to make sensible decisions! Don’t let their words deter you! |
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DANTE |
<Preposterous… I see… Wait!> |
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DANTE |
<Heathcliff?!> |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Dammit, isn’t it time we stopped chatting and moved up already? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves?! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
That blondie over there is a rookie who’s as unfledged as he gets. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
And that mate there we call our manager has a bad case of lost memories and can’t wield a weapon to save themself. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
This is what you’re struggling against? What a joke… |
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Security Chief |
Ngh… D-Damn, you… |
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SINCLAIR |
H-Heathcliff… That was too harsh… |
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DANTE |
<Hear, hear. Much too mean, Heathcliff.> |
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HEATHCLIFF |
And last thing, that club you’re holding deserves a better owner. |
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Security Chief |
You cocky little…! |
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Saude |
The, the wish container…! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Oi, listen up, you thickos. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Do you want to admit to your boss ‘bout breaking this thing while fighting us and get lambasted for it? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Or, do you want to make it our fault and let us through? |
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Rigid Security |
T-This was… a month’s worth of luck… |
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Security Chief |
…… |
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Security Chief |
It won’t be any safer for you upstairs… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Eh, never been too close to safety anyway. ‘Preciate the advice. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
What’s the look? Do your thing and fix me up. |
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DANTE |
<……> |
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Saude |
I’ve made up my mind. Starting now, I won’t ever try to discuss plans or anything similar with these people. |
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FAUST |
Took you long enough to realize. |
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Effie |
Faust… This is one of those times when it’s better to keep your mouth shut. |
2-10: SYNC
It makes me dizzy imagining what troubles await.
Pre-Battle
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FAUST |
The atmosphere here seems rather different. It appears that another Syndicate has taken hold of this floor. |
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Mariachi Alegre |
Hey, oigan! What’s with all the doom and gloom you’re wearing on that face of yours? |
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Mariachi Alegre |
Don’t you know the rules here? Sour looks are a no-no, so put a hat over your long face! |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Why do you say that while looking at me? I. Will. SYNC on you. |
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Mariachi Alegre |
What’s that mean?! |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Snap your neck completely, that’s what. |
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DANTE |
<Easy, Ryōshū… You shouldn’t be so prone to starting fights—> |
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Mariachi Alegre |
Ey, never mind that. This one has an even more problematic face, no? Which hand is supposed to be your eyes? |
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DANTE |
<…Ryōshū, are you ready?> |
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RYŌSHŪ |
You bet, Dante. |
2-12: Baile y Rola
One can find a series of unknown musical instruments on every table.
What are they for?
Pre-Battle
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Bawling Casinogoer |
GAAH!!! NOT AGAIN!!! |
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Bawling Casinogoer |
I lost once again, damn! When will this end? |
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Mariachi Alegre |
Oye, espera, time out! Our dear customer here needs a little care! |
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Mariachi Alegre |
Dear Customer, I hope you haven’t forgotten our rule, have you? |
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Bawling Casinogoer |
B-But… That was all the money I had… |
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Mariachi Alegre |
If you keep dampening the mood of the table, we might throw a pañata party out of you. |
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GREGOR |
(Uh, what’s a pañata party?) |
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DANTE |
<I don’t think I want to know…> |
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HEATHCLIFF |
What’s this now…? |
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Mariachi Vivaz |
There’s a rule every visitor to this floor must follow—una tradición mariachi, if you will. |
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Mariachi Vivaz |
Gambling is entertainment, an activity done purely for fun; thus, all the sadness and pain brought to you must be sublimated into dance. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Allow this knight to demonstrate what dancing is about! |
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Mariachi Alegre |
This one won’t do. |
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Mariachi Vivaz |
Her movement is insincere. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
What on earth do you mean?! |
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Mariachi Alegre |
Dance is a window to the heart. |
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Mariachi Vivaz |
Without a clear and pure heart, it loses all meaning. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
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DON QUIXOTE |
…I find thine assessment rather disgracious. |
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Effie |
This is getting further out of hand… What are you doing, Saude? |
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Saude |
Oh, I was writing our letter of apology in advance. |
Post-Battle
2-13: A Warm Welcome
we could reach the third floor.
Our joy was short-lived as an imposing Syndicate was waiting for us there.
Pre-Battle
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Threatening Crewman |
What d’we have ‘ere? |
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Flexing Crewman |
D’you fellers have any idea what you’ve just walked into? |
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Threatening Crewman |
Try mucking about and we’ll make the most acrobatic poses known to man outta you. |
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Flexing Crewman |
Then we’ll lop off your digits joint by joint and make purdy mahjong tiles with ‘em. |
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ISHMAEL |
Sheesh… Some warm welcome that was. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Feh, I’m not one to let introductions like that go unanswered. Oi! Dust up! |
2-15: Gobsmack
with the Tieqiu Crew. One of them in particular…
Pre-Battle
Speaker | Dialogue | |
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Flexing Crewman |
You’d better keep your noggin safe and sound, ‘cause for kick the can we might need somethin’ around. |
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Effie |
I almost forgot… These are the ones known for their coarse language… |
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Effie |
Rumor has it they took down dozens of rival Syndicate members with just the psychological damage inflicted via their tongues… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Oi! You watch your mouths while I’m— |
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Flexing Crewman |
Who’re you gazing nitwits? Keep us out of sight, won’tcha? Them big bulgin’ doggy eyeballs are unnerving… |
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Threatening Crewman |
Easy, bud. I took a shoutin’ crack at one o’ them’s eggs earlier, and my voice echoed like the whole noggin was cave-empty. |
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Flexing Crewman |
Well brush me sideways, they don’t even got a string o’ egg noodle for brains? What’s the round thing on their shoulders, then? A bag o’ gas? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…… |
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GREGOR |
Hm, think they all take lessons in assholery from the same class? |
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RODION |
…Pft. |
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RODION |
I—I mean, it was kinda funny. N-not sure what you’re looking at me for~ |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…Dead. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…You’re all bloody dead!! |
Post-Battle
2-16: Contestants
to the top floor at the cost of our inner peace.
Now we must win the Golden Bough in a game of chance.
Speaker | Dialogue | |
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DANTE |
<This isn’t good. We’ve reached the top floor, but we don’t have nearly enough wishpower…> |
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RODION |
Aah~ No worries. I’ve been itching to tell you this, and it’s finally time. |
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RODION |
I actually pinched a little wishpower back at the pawnshop. It’s not a lot, but it should be just enough, right? |
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Saude |
Why didn’t you tell us earlier? |
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RODION |
Like you said, gambling is all about keeping a poker face. Wouldn’t want to see one of us slip and complicate things. |
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RODION |
As for the boss role~ Mind if I borrow it for a sec, Dante? |
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Saude |
…I would’ve been vehemently against this only hours ago. But now… |
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RODION |
Good thinking. I’ve never lost once in anything where money was involved. |
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RODION |
Alright… |
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RODION |
The contestant enters~ |
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RODION |
Wait, I’m not the last? Aw, there goes my cool entry. |
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??? |
You are…? |
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RODION |
My name’s Rodion. I’m here to gamble for the right to access the basement. |
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??? |
Pwfhah! |
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??? |
I was looking forward to finally meeting the infamous “wishpower whisker” in person, and look who we get instead. Aren’t you a little too confident for some unidentified stranger? |
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RODION |
What a dull take~ It’s not who you are that matters in this world, right? It’s about who wins. |
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??? |
Well, you aren’t wrong there. The fact that you were able to get here is proof enough that you’re qualified. |
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Aida |
A pleasure. I’m Aida. |
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Aida |
And this is… |
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Crew Boss |
Golly, my back’s hurtin’. |
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RODION |
…A robot? No, a prosthetic…? |
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Crew Boss |
What’s that stare? Never seen a full-body prosthetic before? |
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RODION |
Isn’t that model… a bit too antiquated? It kinda looks like it belongs in a museum. |
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Crew Boss |
Old is gold, as they say. Patched it up a few times, and now it’s sturdier than most new ones. |
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Crew Boss |
Why’s that boy bein’ so sluggish about comin’ here anyway? Arrogant brat thinks he can show up late to serious business, eh? |
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??? |
Pardon me. I had an urgent matter. |
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RODION |
?! |
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Aida |
You think the world revolves around you, Sonya? Do you crave attention so much that you have to arrive late and be showered in glares? |
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Sonya |
Haha, I didn’t mean to. If anything, you’d fit better as the protagonist of life, Aida. |
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RODION |
…… |
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Sonya |
It’s been a while, Rodya. |
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Aida |
What’s up? You two know each other? |
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Sonya |
Let’s say that we… share a hometown. Isn’t that right, Rodya? |
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RODION |
So, are you… still leading the Yurodiviye, then? |
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Sonya |
Dunno, it might be too early to say “still”… You were the one who left on your own just like that. |
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Aida |
Now now, that’s enough chatting. Since we have all the players, let’s go over the rules again. |
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Aida |
The four bidders for the casino are all here: Sonya, Aida, the Tieqiu, and… representing the Tingtang Gang’s boss… a suspicious yet shameless stand-in… |
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Aida |
No cheats or sleights of hand are allowed during the game. The moment you’re spotted in the act, you’re out. |
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Aida |
It should go without saying that anything involving wishpower is forbidden as well. |
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Crew Boss |
Soon as you’re caught, you’re on the choppin’ block! You’ll sorely regret it! |
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RODION |
…… |
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Aida |
We’ll play three games in total, and the one with the most chips wins. Simple enough? |
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Aida |
The winner will get to take the elevator to the underground portion where the Golden Bough is. |
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Aida |
It’s the treasure the former owner of this casino was so desperate to claim, digging a whole tunnel to unearth it. |
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Aida |
But then they suddenly croaked for reasons unknown, making us the “lucky” bidders… |
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RODION |
…What an elegant way to put that they died under shady circumstances. |
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Sonya |
Haha, oh Rodya. You’re still as cynical as ever, huh? |
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RODION |
…Shut it. How do you guys all know about the Golden Bough, though? Didn’t think it would be so widely known to the public. |
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Aida |
Any Syndicate worth its name has caught wind of the stories. Those about the Golden Bough buried down here… and the riches and fame it’ll bring to the owner. |
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RODION |
If that’s the case, seems someone has gained an interest for worldly luxuries, huh? I thought you warned me to stay away from those things, Sonya. |
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Sonya |
The Golden Bough can be used to achieve far greater things, Rodya. My purpose has stayed the same. To destroy the system of oppression and exploitation, preventing the concentration of wealth… |
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Crew Boss |
Yeesh, there he goes again with the grand words. Someone stop ‘im. |
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Sonya |
My apologies. It reminded me of the old times. |
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Sonya |
It’s funny. I used to keep you from your obsession with gambling and money. |
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Sonya |
Yet here we are at the same table, keeping our hands of cards from each other in a gamble with our goals on the line. |
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Sonya |
What is your goal? |
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RODION |
…To win. |
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Sonya |
…Of course. |
2-17: Stop Right There
The table was reaching its final round.
2-18: The Winner
We barge in by accident to find a spatter of blood,
the compressed remains of the Tieqiu Boss,
and a man named Sonya giving us a soft smile.
Pre-Battle
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Aida |
Uh… What are you supposed to be…? |
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DANTE |
<Rodya, how did it go?!> |
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Sonya |
Made new friends in the meantime, have you, Rodya? |
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Sonya |
The game is over. |
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Sonya |
You win, Rodion. I have no objections. |
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Aida |
Haha, caramba… I enjoyed the spectacle, but… |
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Aida |
I’m not as cool as Sonya. |
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Aida |
Since you brought your friends, why don’t I introduce some of mine as well? |
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GREGOR |
…Y’know, uh, I’m pretty sure I heard a member of your Syndicate say that gambling was purely entertainment for you. |
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Aida |
Mhm. So isn’t this more entertaining than accepting defeat right away? |
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RODION |
You were gonna push on with force regardless of who won, weren’t you? |
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Aida |
Pfh. Think about it. I have strength and manpower, so why would I give up on the Golden Bough ‘cause a round or three of a game said so? |
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RODION |
Aight, then. I’m actually glad you’re a rebel. |
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RODION |
I was starting to get bored of sitting around too. |
2-19: Branch J-03
Now we must descend to the underground floors
to lay our claim on the Golden Bough.
Within Story Dungeon
Main article: Branch J-03/Floor 1